Ernie turned very cold.
"You wouldn't hurt me?" he whined.
"I'm through talkin' about it," said Dick, turning away. "Just you
remember, that's all."
Colonel Bob Grand descended upon the show the following afternoon. His
customary advent was always somewhat in the nature of a hawk's
visitation among a brood of chickens: it was quite as disturbing and
equally as hateful. Moreover, like the hawk, he came when least
expected.
"Oh, how I loathe that man," whispered Christine to David. She was
waiting for her turn in the ring, just inside the great red and gold
curtains at the entrance of the dressing-tent. Tom Sacks was peeping
through the curtains at the haze-enveloped crowd in the main tent.
David and the slim girl in red were standing at the big gray horse's
head and she was feeding sugar to the animal. The youth in the striped
tights was a head taller than his companion--for David was then but an
inch or two short of six feet and broadening into manhood.
Colonel Grand had just entered the dressing-tent with Christine's
father, and was paying his most suave devotions to Mrs. Braddock
across the way.
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